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Rexhep Morina Jan 2015
Her mind, like the eye of a storm,
Her heart, the center of a maelstrom,
Her being, a thunderstorm
Her pain, clouded and grey

The winds carry her agony, mostly,
consisted of heart break and misunderstandings.

As the captain that doesn't abandon his ship,
no matter the weather or circumstances,
I will endure this storm,
I will survive it, row till I reach the center.

At the very center, lies a treasure,
A treasure priceless, a treasure immeasurable.
A moment of nirvana,
In such moments, lies eternity.
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship.

— The End —